Wanna Daddy How Are Babies Made? My Way Into Him Pounding My Little Cunt Breeding Me Over N Over N Fucking

wanna “daddy how are babies made?” my way into him pounding my little cunt breeding me over n over n fucking his cum back in me ;(

i need him, i need him to make me whole

i want him to make me feel alive again

i’m a lost little girl and i need him so much

daddy please fix my mind.

please make me perfect.

please love me and never let me go.

okay daddy, i won't tell anyone. i won’t let anyone but you touch me here. yeah, i pinky promise

want him to pick out a cute tank top + shorts pj set for me, fall asleep on the couch during a movie, groggily wake up to his hands groping me under the fabric, and if i start to protest he gaslights me into believing it’s normal 😻

thinking about daddy just makes me feel so tingly and warm. i want to hear his perfect voice all the time. when he calls me a good girl and tells me he’s proud of me. when his voice gets all low and stern because he wants me to obey. i love him and i love how he makes me feel. no other man could ever compare to my father <3

She's being too loud, and he's worried about his neighbours. He doesn't understand why she just won't cooperate with him. He loves her, and he knows what is best for her. He is a better father to her than anyone else could be.

So when he's had enough of her crying, he wraps his other hand around her throat to quiet her down, applying just enough pressure to muffle her cries and watch her go pale.